Every Day Miracles

Dear Reader:

Sometimes it is the smallest miracles that have the greatest impact. Thursday afternoon it started to drizzle and I had not checked the mail yet so I hurried, across the street, to the mail box. As I was climbing the steps back up to the porch…something red caught my eye.

A perfect little English petunia was smiling up at me… with raindrops dripping off of it… as happy as it could possibly be. I put my mail down on the bench and just stood in the rain… not believing what I was seeing.

I glanced over at the planter on the green chair where the English petunias have lived for three seasons now…still shaking my head.

How in the world did a petunia go from the planter and land in the only place it could have (on the steps) to sustain life…the gravel and dirt mortar wedged in between the bricks?

The first thing I did when I woke up yesterday morning was to turn off the porch lantern and then check the little red petunia…had I been seeing things… was it withered and gone now?

It was still there and still blooming.

I found myself laughing out loud. Sheer joy. Life is such a mystery…just when we think we have seen all there is to see…God plants a God Wink to let us know that “we ain’t seen nuttin’ yet!

Today is the 76th anniversary of D-Day…the Landing in Normandy…the greatest benchmark day of World War II. It was like time was  holding its breath on June 6, 1944. A pivotal moment that would decide the fate of the outcome between the Axis and Allied troops…a world of fear and dictatorship…or a free world.

If you read individual memoirs of D-Day…there were thousands of small personal miracles that day …the kind that decided a soldier’s fate…life or death. When one later put the pieces of the puzzle together in one big picture…all the things that went right, all the things that didn’t…what a miracle it was that happened that day against all odds… this turning point in the war that marked freedom for millions alive on our planet.

Little miracles, big miracles…God performs them all. Large or small…nothing lessens the impact they have on us. Sometimes, when they happen so quickly, all we  have time for is a quick nod upward recognizing God and His mysterious powers, or a quick fall on our knees, or like me…a beaming smile from ear to ear with a whispered “Wow…now that was really cool God…how did You pull that off.” 

So until tomorrow….


and don’t forget! Thank you…act of kindness.

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh


About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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1 Response to Every Day Miracles

  1. Rachel Edwards says:

    Becky…you are right …God continuously gives us signs …great or small that He is sovereign…makes me smile too.


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